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The Long Weekend	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Weekenders, The Views: 11878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gordon could feel that early morning light. The kind where you couldn't force yourself back into a slumber even if you had taken all the sleeping aids in the world.

There'd be a different kind of sleeping if you did that.

His body shifted a little, as the feel of surprise warmth radiating from a blanket that had been placed upon him made itself apparent. He wasn't sure who to thank for that. Maybe he COULD fall asleep again...

"Was everything alright last night?" Huh? Oh. Carvers here.

"He was actually kind of cool... well not cool in the traditional sense... and definitely not as cool as you." There was a pause. "Okay, we geeked out over Dreadnaught. You happy?"

"Very. You know I don't read comics. We would have had nothing to talk about." Gordon's forehead cinched. Well my Friday could have been worse... "Should we even be talking in here?" Carver talked in that fakey whisper that everyone could hear.

"I think he had a pretty hectic night yesterday. We were up late engaging in all things Dreadnaught. For a guy I don't even know the last name of, it wasn't bad." Same to you, Tino.

Except for the last name part.

"Tish wants us to keep Gordon on ice for awhile." Carver blurted out. He didn't like the sound of that. What was going on?

"What?" Yeah, what?

"I mean... just keep him distracted. Tish said Lor completely iced her out. Wouldn't answer a single question about what happened yesterday." He tightened when he heard the L name. The girl with the glasses is bothering Lor? Over what? "She's hoping to break her down and get an answer." Gordon thought of Lor being hooked up to a rack and being pulled to pieces just because she wouldn't talk about him.

"So... Funville?"

"Funville."

Waiting to seem fashionably late, Gordon raised himself up with half lidded eyes, his best attempt at seeming like he had just woken up. "I heard something with the word 'fun' in it." Well, at least it wasn't something fungal related he had to pretend to be excited about.

Although he was a fungi.

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A stiff crack exploded, as a white sphere collided into an eight ball, sending it into the middle side cushion, causing it to reverse back past the cue ball that collided with it and into a pocket, ending the game with a perfect bank shot. Same angle in, same angle out.

What was it? 5-0? He lost track, despite his best attempts to keep focused on the numbers and subjects they'd been joking about, playing pool was the only thing he wanted to do right now. He had picked it up from his uncle, who even with Gordons initial inability to even hold the stick right, still let him win a couple of times. Maybe he wouldn't have gotten into it if his uncle hadn't patronized him with a few gimmes.

Carver looked like he wanted to snap.

He did. "That's it! I can't take this!" His hands had the pool cue to a near bend, and he probably could have broke it in two if he continued.

Gordon felt like he had to put out the fire. "I'm sorry Carver. This whole thing with Lor just has me..." He pressed his pool cue into the ground, resting his hand and chin on top of the chalky blue dust. "I really appreciate you guys keeping my mind off it." Tino bumped his fist into the shoulder of Carver, seemingly reminding him that this little excursion wasn't for them, but for Gordon's benefit. A fact that still ate at the back of his mind. "Hey. You got the fun and games covered, I'll get the food."

As he was walking, he could feel the gravitational pull in Tino's voice. "Uh, you sure about that?"

"Don't worry guys, I got it covered." Gordon stared at the prices and knew exactly what to order. "You see that table over there?" Gordon tilted his head and flicked his eyes to where the boys were and then back to the vendor. "Bring em some nachos and some corn dogs." Gordon brought out a ten spot he had been saving for awhile, passing it to the vendor without regret, as he looked to the prices once again. "Yeah yeah, two nachos, two corn dogs and two sodas." The change fell into his hand, before he pocketed it. He turned away, elbow resting on the counter, as Tino and Carver seemed to be discussing something. Their eyes fell on him for a second as he waved, letting them know where he was, before they turned back to one another.

That's when he made his move. He could already feel the sweat to begin to form over the fifty cents he clutched between his fingers, as his gaze transfixed on a dark corner near the entrance. Passing an outrageous ceramic clown shrouded in purple light, he found the set of pay phones he had passed coming in.

"Directory." He listened for the automated message to finish as a person came on the line. "Local." His grip tight, his face squished against it as the name left in a whisper

McQuarrie.

The clink of the quarter made its way in as his fingers pounded the hard but squishy digits of the phone, then let it ring. And ring. And ring. What would he even say? 'Hey Lor, I was wondering how you were after nearly killing me.' His pinch grip on the middle of the phone was ready to rip it away if he heard her voice, knowing secretly he couldn't handle this.

'Hello?' There was a male voice. Authoritative. A father. 'Who is this?' Gordon hung up.

He looked back into Funville, he could feel the frustration in the ball of his step. With regret over not telling them what he was about to do, he turned, knowing fully well he had to talk to her.

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When he had first arrived here, this sunny suburban home was something special. Something he thought he would cherish forever.

Now, it felt like he was staring into the abyssal heart of the dragon's den, waiting for what was inside to catch wind of him and tear him apart limb from limb.

He waited for her all the same.

His dragon.

The door opened, and instead of Lor, there was a short looking man - relatively speaking for an adult - that stood before him. His orange moustache bristled as he looked none too pleased. "You got a lot of nerve coming back here."

He almost froze in place, he almost gulped, he almost looked away. He almost did everything that would have been a tell for what had actually happened that night. "Excuse me?" He asked, stuttering with a smile. What exactly had transpired while he was away? Did she tell him? "I'm just here to see Lor. We go to the same school."

"Lor's not home, but even if she was, you wouldn't be able to set one foot in here. Don't let me see you near my house again, boy." He stepped back inside, palm on the door, and as Gordon turned as well, the older man's voice piped up. "By the way. You forgot your jacket." He tossed it carelessly out the door, and just his luck, the thing caught wind and danced before landing in the grass. He ran for it, swatting it as he lifted it up as a few sprinkles of freshly cut grass fell from it, but his heart sunk when he saw what was sprayed in red paint across the back of it

"FAG
LOVER"

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"I can't believe you lost sight of him!" Tino squeaked.

Carvers eyes nearly popped out of his head as his hands hit chest. "ME!? You were sitting right next to me!"

"Yeah- well- you- I-... TISH ISN'T GOING TO LIKE THIS! Any moment now Gordon's gonna be at Lor's and-" Tinos freak out was interrupted.

Carver gesticulated heavily trying to calm Tino down. "Don't worry. Don't worry. Lor is at Tish's - and there's no way that he'll find out where she lives."

The door to Tino's room burst open.

Nobody looked happy.

Gordon in particular. His face red. His cheeks puffy. Like he wasn't able to breathe.

Carver tensed his shoulders as if he had been personally insulted. "What happened to you? We go to the trouble of getting you fun passes and suffer through games of pool with you and that's how you repay us? Some nachos? Some corndogs? A stinkin' large soda?" Carver thought for a moment, his eyes searching his head. "Actually I'm okay with that. Forget I said anything."

Tino shot up from his chair, trying to calm him down. "Gordon, we just want what's best for Lor. Relax."

Gordon's fists had been balled up, but one in particular had a little brown pouch. No matter how hard he squeezed it, it just wouldn't go away. "So did I. Now I want what's best for me. I wanna know what this means." He tossed his jacket in their faces.

Like a map to a new world, they unfurled it.

"Bag oven?" Carver stated with confusion.

Tino pointed. "No, Carver, pull that way."

Once they got a full look, they couldn't keep their eyes off the words, and at the same time, couldn't help but check on Gordon. He stood in the doorway with his arms locked to his sides, muscles on edge. He was incensed.

"Y'know Carv... Tish's place is pretty strange looking, isn't it? Maybe the strangest one here..."

Carver looked confused for a second, before agreeing hurriedly. "Yeah yeah, like real fantastic stuff all over the lawn."

"Yup. Just strange stuff. Not like ANY-" Tino had locked eyes with Gordon as he said this. "-in the neighbourhood." Gordon nodded a little before turning, nearly bolting from the room.

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"Why did you hit Gordon like that?" Tish was getting more direct than she had wanted to. She didn't even want to say his name. Subtlety was beginning to not be an option.

Lor pulled back a bit of hair. "Gordon? I don't know a Gordon, and even if I did, I didn't hit him on purpose!"

"So you did hit him."

"I didn't mean to! I just- I can't say." Tish just stared, as she watched the disintegration of a dear friend before her very eyes. "I went too far and too fast with him, Tish. I became a real sleazeball." She covered her mouth, tears hitting her thumb and fingers.

"So you two..." Tish pushed the tips of her index fingers together. Lor just nodded between quieted sobs. "Hoo-boy." Tish breathed, flanking her eyes to her tightening knuckles on her dress. "T-that's not so bad. Heeeeeeee... ssssseemed alright." Tish didn't even remember what he looked like, so her words felt false. She just sat by her friend for awhile, still trying to find the words. "So you don't like him?"

Lor shook her head no. Holding up her hand, she formed an L with the thumb and index finger. Then pulled back the thumb and raised her middle finger into a 2. Then she wrapped them together into an X.

Tish nearly jumped. "You like-like him!?"

Lor nodded. "Yuh huh."

Tish felt jubilation as she looked to the heavens, her answer finally here. "So why don't you just tell him? Or do you want to keep it a secret?"

Lor shook her head, wishing it was that simple. "If I tell him I like him, then that'll to lead more... then he'll find out."

"Find out what?"

Lor pulled back, her neck slack as she tried to not look at anything, her voice creaking as she helplessly wiped away another tear that was as quickly replaced. "That I was born a boy." She brokedown. Nobody was supposed to know. Not even Tish.

The brown haired girl recoiled from Lor. She didn't mean to... it was just so strange. Earth shattering even. Someone you consider your friend - if not your best friend - being someone else entirely at one point in their lives. Someone maybe they wouldn't have been friends with in the first place...

Placing her arms around her, Tish rocked a little, swaying the bed in hopes of eliciting some kind of comfort.

"Ever since I was younger, I knew I was different. I don't know how to explain something that weird to anybody. I just never felt like my body was my body. I never liked playing with girls toys... I didn't like girls clothes... at first... but when I was mistaken for a girl when I grew my hair out long..." She looked up to Tish. "It felt right." Lor sighed a breath of relief. "So I told my parents. We went to a psychologist... then... here I am."

Tish hugged Lor harder than any other time in her life, before pecking her cheek.

"Then two years later... my father changed... and so did my brothers."

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"Tishie! It is one of your little friends on the line phone! The little Blonde boy!"

Tish cupped her mouth "You mean Tino?"

"Is what I say!" Tish hated to leave - especially after what she had been told. As she was about to get up, a firm grip hit her wrist. Lor always was strong, but this was scary strong.

"PROMISE ME TISH! PROMISE ME THAT YOU WON'T TELL ANYBODY! ESPECIALLY NOT THE GUYS! I CAN HANDLE IT!" Lor pulled back from Tish with her threat before her head fell into her hands. "Especially not the guys..." She curled up against her knees.

Tish swung her fist at nothing, but darted to grab a cordless phone all the same. "This. Better. Be. Important." Tish hopefully made things clear with her tone.

There were whispers back and forth before eventually "Gordon's on his way." was said.

"YOU TOLD HIM!?" Tish rushed to her front porch window, watching and waiting.

"We're weak, Tish." Before she could chew them out, a figure through the window began approaching her house

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They were really underselling it. You'd have to be an idiot to miss this place. He made tentative steps up towards it - this was somebodies property after all, and he might not be welcome - passing a mailbox that could easily be mistaken for a birdhouse. Two sets of garden gnomes faced forward in a row, unlike their bretheren by the well, squatting on or near pink and purple polka dotted mushrooms. If only there wasn't this weight that held down his shoulders, then Gordon might find whimsy in this out of place gingerbread fantasy land. To his left he could see a flag of a nationality he was ashamed to admit he couldn't recognize.

Oh, and the pink flamingos. A fabulous murder of them, he guessed.

As she opened the door, there was a sudden gust, causing those wind chimes to sing out as they blew into one another. "How did you know I was coming?"

"Phone call." Figures.

"So are you gonna block my way or something? I need to see her."

"No. You can't."

"No!? I'm sick of this! She nearly cracks my head open and doesn't even give me the time of day to explain why in the fuck she did it. Then her family defaces my coat, insults me, and now I've been given the run around by her goddamn friends!" Did he just swear out loud?

"There's stuff - a lotta stuff that even I'm still trying to process, but I think I'm getting a better handle on things. I don't know how you'll take it. It all involves Lor."

"Then why not just let me talk to her?"

"I know it sounds weird, but trust me on this - you need to hear this first, and away from here."

He wanted to argue. To disagree and prove how wrong she was... but he wasn't exactly in a situation where he could make demands. Feeling like he wanted to rip his hair out... maybe that's why his dad went bald - he sighed harshly. "Fine."

She hopped down, which surprised him, but even moreso when she hooked his arm. "Come on. There's a nice place to talk and think."

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"Gordon... are you mature?"

He discharged his throat in displeasure to that question.

Tish pressed. "Are you?"

Gordon threw up a hand that landed back into his lap. "Yeah, yeah." He laid back, his hands now as supports, as he looked up to the clouds.

"Lor's going through some things, but..." Tish's hand fell onto his. He looked down, then to her. "She likes you. A lot."

He kind of wanted to laugh out of relief. "She has a funny way of showing it."

"She also told me you two... y'know..." Tish just raised her eyebrows at him. Gordon looked away as fast as he could. "She wants to do more with you, actually."

Gordon fast went from embarrassment to an almost glow over his accomplishments.

Was it relief or satisfaction on my face? Either way, nothing could wipe that smile away.

He wanted to leave Tish in a dust trail and run to Lor... his Lor... hey, that felt pretty good.

"There's just a teensy, weensy, little caveat." Before he could sign the papers to make his next move official, Tish's words hit him like a slap to the ear, but he was so high on his love for Lor, it came in nonsense

Trans

Boy

Girl

Was

"I'm not surprised..." Standing, he was gonna walk away.

She turned, slightly confused. "So... you're okay with it?"

He turned with a pointed finger. "Yeah. I know you're lying. You're just trying to keep us apart."

Disbelief hit Tish's face hard and fast, as she stood nearly running at him. "Do you think everything's about you!?" Tish got in whisper distance, still shouting. Gordon just puffed out his chest in defiance and maybe a little bit of defense. He had that pissy look kids got when their parents didn't get them what they wanted for Christmas. "Look. I didn't care about you, I just wanted to find out why my friend had a violent reaction to you. Yet if you're the decent guy I think you are, then you two should be together - but you gotta know first that she's TRANS."

"But... we... she..." Gordon stumbled a bit, trying to recall that night - trying to recall her. He stopped, pulling back to Tish. "SHE'S A GIRL!"

As if his mind's eye had predicted his bodies impulsive actions, he saw a rush from his perspective as Tish fell into the water. There was a wavy haze as he stared into his diamond skewed hands.

As things came back into focus -- he fell to his knees as Tish splashed about. He reached over the side, Tish swimming closer, before grabbing out to him. Despite his perceived strength and her small stature, his spine locked up, and as she splashed down in the current, she drew him down with her.

The back of his head hit the surface, stunning him for a moment. Gordon could smell that beach water just from Funville - now he was tasting it. It was murky, it was salty - but it was real. The best part was how warm yet cool it felt, he let himself flow freely, like he was twisting in the wind. It didn't sting his eyes, unlike the chlorine at pools, as he stared through the aqua green into the misty pink that formed in front of him, reminding him of what he had just done. He swam up, head bursting and came face to face with Tish's water streaked specs.

She wasn't exactly ecstatic.

Lapdogging his way to the beach, he collapsed into the sand as Tish joined him, elbow deep into where they now rested, they both coughed up a little bit of that salty spittle. "I'm sorry." He straightened up, turning to Tish, wiping his nose, the feeling of caked sand all around his wet clothes. "I'm sorry, okay?" He hated to admit that she was right. He wasn't mature. How could you even digest a concept like that, even while looking out at something so beautiful in nature like this endless sea with a cresting orange sun. Maybe that's why Tish brought him here, to sway him from any kind of violent reaction about what he had just heard.

He just wished he could have done it over again. He wished he could have shared how he felt about what was seeing right now with Lor... she must have stopped appreciating this years ago. How could you not if you have it all the time? It's just after so long, you forget what's beautiful.

He wanted to remind her.

"I've never lived near an ocean front... it's breath taking." He squinted at Tish. "Like Lor."

Tish's demeanor changed, letting out a relaxed breath, but there still lied contention. "Maybe I should have started with the other thing..." Gordon couldn't believe there was still more to this. His heart sank at a thousand prospects that crossed his mind. He tried to focus out there, hoping that whatever came, it wouldn't stand between him and Lor.

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The door burst open with a startling bluntness, "get undressed twerp- hey wait a minute..."

"Was that your boyfriend or something?"

Before Lor could react or even just run, two of them pressed their knees against her arms, as one slapped her ass before spreading her for the other brothers to see. "Looks like he already got to you." He said, mashing up Gordon's cream in her butt cheeks as the number of belts and pants being ruffled around terrified her, the sound familiar but still intimidating.

"This should be easy!" They hoisted and pulled her arms and legs to the four corners of the bed, shoving her face into it for a second. Lor struggled, begging for them to stop as one of the older boys stepped onto the bed and took his place at the front of her face. Grabbing her short haired head and wrist, he gripped her down onto his hard cock, his grip cinching as he relaxed back while she gurgled in pain. "Lor, you give great practice girlfriend head."

Jamming his cock in with no suspense, one of her brothers asked with a devilish undercurrent "Was I bigger than he was, Lor?" knowing he wouldn't get the answer before thrusting without care. "Shit..." He grunted, bottoming out, watching the back of Lor's head bobbing against his like minded kin, it wasn't long before he shot deep inside her. He humped her for awhile, before pulling out. "Who's up to bat?" Without a single fight, they traded off. As the night continued, Lor could only tell which of them it was by the shape and size.

"Swallow it Lor!" Her other brother demanded in a pleasured hiss, as she did what she was told. "Ah yeah... I love it when you swallow..." It wasn't out of some particular fear or desire, she did it just because she didn't want to ruin her bed.

After they had their fun, Lor laid motionless. Even crying now would be an exercise in futility. She just stared off in the distance, her mind like before, trying to forget that it was now the spunk of her brothers that was flowing between her thighs and onto her bed, and not Gordons.

That's when she saw his jacket.

She thought she had cried herself out years ago as she pulled it close. She didn't even care that he was there while she was doing it.

Off in the crack of the doorway light was an evil eye

Her father's eye

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Gordon sat.

And sat.

The sand finding its way more and more into his soggy pants pockets.

He raked a hand through it, letting it powder from his grip like nothing.

His underlip took in some of the blood as the suds came in again.

He stood, wandering over to the dock, as his head tilted against a piece of the pier that pillared up from the ocean as he tried to escape himself, the ripples of the sea invitingly hypnotic... he felt like he wanted to die, dizzy like last night. The inside of his stomach feeling like it was tearing and opening up, even as he held himself at his sides, it wouldn't stop.

Gordon jumped as a hand fell atop his shoulder. "Give her time. She'll figure out what to do."

He bit the inside of his cheek, as he tried to hide how he actually felt from Tish. "Okay." Gordon's voice was soft and false when he responded.

'No. It wasn't okay.' He told himself.
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